Six-0 Business

(You know I stay charged up, double A [?])

Ha, ha! Free Lil Top (yeah)

Nigga, let they free Lil Top out

Free Lil Top, nigga, free Lil Top out (I need to talk with Mike Laury, free lil' Pluto, where lil' Pluto 'dem?)

One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (ah, ah, ha, ha)

One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (ah, ah, ha, ha)

One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (ah, ah, ha, ha)

One, two, three, four, yeah, oh, yeah (ah, ah, ha, ha)

(This Is The Sound)

Crip nigga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em

Shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my jeans (ha, ha, ha)

A trill nigga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real nigga

[?] Like a thot, I give you [?] (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Kill niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amari like it's Hillfiger

I just want 'em Mike Amari jeans (ha, ha, ha)

Pills, nigga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip like [?] with 'em

Homie, I don't wanna sip that lean

Shut down they block, you know we rock out with thеm poles, we 'bout all that drama

They beef with us, you bеst believe his casket closed (uh-uh, ha)

Without no rubber, I be fuckin' on these hoes, I told my baby mama

Until the end, yeah, we gon' sell a lot of dope and post up on the corner

Ha, bad bitch, treat her like she average

Hit it from the back, I'm tryna nut all on your mattress

Then I ride 'round with that static

Chrome Heart, big ratchets

Money on yo' dome, boy, my homeboy so savage (ha)

Kick a door, that Five-seveN came with a red dot

I'm smokin' dope, all out my body feeling just like AI

We don't give a fuck 'bout who you murked because that pussy dead now

All 'bout the Ralphy on a shirt, we spin the block then I'm fine

Glock 27, murder weapon, them pussies better be careful

All on his block where we be steppin', we jumpin' from out a Tesla

But I'm on FOX 5, all that rappin', that pussy nigga gon' catch 'em

Extensions stalk, G23, 'bout my Jesus piece it's whatever

It's on now, one in the head, my. 45

Got niggas dead on both sides

I'm goin' fed, so tell them niggas: Come try me

Them Robin jeans got angel wings

Tats on my face, I feel like Wayne

238's, we leave a stain

Bitch, this a Hellcat not a [?]

I love to see her wrist bling

That's my bitch, by her you stank

till I'm dead, I ain't gon' change

I'ma take these meds and sip this drank

From the dark side, Rollin' 40 Crip 'nem be my brothers

I look like Batman, brand new double-R favorite color

Bitch, I'm a black man, we gon' dump the Glock, and after that it's in the trash can

I can't be listenin' to my momma, lightly [?]

I be traumatized from all this trauma, homicide and [?], man

All on my side, we 'bout the drama, play with us, I'ma drop [?]

I'ma send a [?] up to heaven, you catch a opp, then catch a blessing

Fall out with that Smith and Wesson

That Jump Out [?], fuck a [?]

Two Percocets, then pop a Xanny

Ain't murder yet, but, boy, get ready

Down in the ground just like some treasure

You know that we be throwin' extra (yeah, yeah)

Crip nigga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em

Shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my jeans (ha, ha, ha)

A trill nigga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real nigga

[?] Like a thot, I give you [?] (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Kill niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amari like it's Hillfiger

I just want 'em Mike Amari jeans (ha, ha, ha)

Pills, nigga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip like [?] with 'em

Homie, I don't wanna sip that lean